Not far from where we live, there’s this little fruit stand. The guy sells all kinds of fresh fruit, and apparently Trixie loves going there, because when she sees the stand, she’s bound and determined that we go there. There’s no way I’ll pass there without her stopping and pointing her nose at it as if to say, “Are we going in?”
Anyway, I bought blueberries from him today, and man they’re addictive! I’ll open the door of the fridge to get something else, and my hand will be magnetically drawn to the basket of blueberries, and before I know it, I’ve stolen a handfull of them. Yummy!
Well, that was a pointless post, wasn’t it?